The Fishbowl


It's scary when the fishbowl begins to crack,
When what was known to be the world
Can no longer withstand its own weight.
The immediate reaction is to caulk the fissure,
But when that proves impossible,
Panic arises.
As the water level goes down
The fish flops and flounders and gasps for air
Even though the water has not receded nearly enough
To necessitate this behavior.
The fish sees the bowl not as half empty,
But emptying, which is much worse.
Much as we humans do when we sense
The cracking of our own very fragile fishbowls.
But it's best just to enjoy what's left of the water,
As what we often fail to remember is:
There's always been a pin-sized hole
And the water's always been draining.

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